Listerine original flavor has strange effects on the tongue's perception of things in the near post-rinse period. For instance, this toothpaste, which is supposed to taste like "Fresh", now has a strange fishy note to it. And my other toothpaste, which only refers to itself as "Maximum Strength", gains an odd rancid tang, something like orange Tang which has perhaps gone rancid.

Yes, it's another night alone at the 00 household. Isolating myself from people for 71.43% of the week turns me into this solipsistic weirdo that talks to his toothpaste and has headphones on that aren't plugged into anything. Oh, I know, it's so I'm phone jack compatible. I need to find some new people that will seem weird to me.

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I've been using my fangled project studio to practice audio production. In the process, I found out that my mixing board has several knobs with anomalous twistiness characteristics. One channel's EQ is too easy to turn (and difficult to quickly find the center detent for), and the next channel is sticky and hard to turn. I'm going to be a picky bitch and return the whole board, I don't want to deal with a touchy EQ on a brand new mixer. Before I put it back in its styrofoam egg, I'm going to use it to mix a newish song, one I even sing in... but I'm not going to sing to my apartment tonight. So no words.

I've been getting more phone calls from my friends, at least. This is due at least in part (ew. a cliche phrase) to Kris finally submitting to the dominant paradigm and getting a cell phone. Thanks to this particularly evil chunk of death which the pestilent offal machine of modern society excreted into his innocent hands, I can actually get in touch with him within seconds of it occurring to me that I need to! No more carrier pigeons or smoke signals, this is some futuristic shit. Ahem. Yeah, so I'd been sort of anxious for those guys in my band to get telephones or something. It means that I'd no longer be a freakin VOICE MAIL SERVICE FOR !#*^$!#

Yeah, I don't like being called by people that don't want to talk to me. Telemarketers, wrong numbers, people leaving messages for my friends who live in a completely different house... these things tweak me.